IAGO.
’Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
He’ll watch the horologe a double set
If drink rock not his cradle.
MONTANO.
It were well
The general were put in mind of it.
Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
And looks not on his evils: is not this true?
Enter Roderigo.
IAGO.
[Aside to him.] How now, Roderigo?
I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
[Exit Roderigo.]
MONTANO.
And ’tis great pity that the noble Moor
Should hazard such a place as his own second
With one of an ingraft infirmity:
It were an honest action to say so
To the Moor.
IAGO.
Not I, for this fair island.
I do love Cassio well and would do much
To cure him of this evil. But, hark! What noise?
[Cry within: “Help! help!”]
Enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo.
CASSIO.
Zounds, you rogue, you rascal!